Dean all but jumped through the Clinic door, thin scrubs flying as he went. Late as he was, he'd barely have time to make it to the clothes box for a costume, let alone a shower, but after someone came in needing stitches he'd flat lost track of time.
"Hey," he called to Neil on the path, hands passing over his own clothing self-consciously. "Think I can go as a doctor?"
"I dunno. I think you've got more of that sexy male nurse vibe, but whatever," I grin, propping my fake gun up on my shoulder and flashing him a toothy grin.
"Either way, I gotta get over there. Party doesn't start without me."
"That your ego or your costume talking?" Dean asked, pulling the gun from Neil's hands so he could look it over. "Hey," he said with a sudden grin. "Almost looks like the one I had when I was little. 'cept more fake and plastic."
"I'm the deejay, asshole. It'll be a pretty fuckin' lame party with out music," I point out, rolling my eyes behind the sunglasses that've slid down the bridge of my nose.
"I was gonna carry one of Mike's, but I didn't wanna have to worry all night 'bout not losin' it." He's pretty fucking crazy about his guns, ever since one of 'em got stolen a few years back.
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"Hey," he called to Neil on the path, hands passing over his own clothing self-consciously. "Think I can go as a doctor?"
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"Either way, I gotta get over there. Party doesn't start without me."
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"I was gonna carry one of Mike's, but I didn't wanna have to worry all night 'bout not losin' it." He's pretty fucking crazy about his guns, ever since one of 'em got stolen a few years back.
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